Emberwood Sundew [m]

he seemed to wilt some under the scrutiny of her gaze, so she softened some. Instinct bade her to look upon him again, with a more appealing gaze, eyes that might see through a rose-tinted lens. She did not have to look hard to see some potential in him, beneath the ill-kept chocolate and chestnut of his pelt. 

He gave her an option- and when given a choice, her instincts were quick to steal her tongue. ”Yes.” She said, and drew nearer to him a step. ”Leave your pack; and come with me.”